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@user-855367493🔥Great guitar tone and skill... enrapturing vocals and melody..enjoying

Collaborations with the very talented Myckael Marcovic

(English translation above)

Grâce au duo talentueux et à la gentillesse de Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/one-summer-night-a-reverie-with-david-dunham-guitar
et de David Dunham, https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/one-summer-night-with-debra, j'ai pu rajouter des paroles sur leur belle musique. Un immense merci pour leur confiance.
Voix : Miorcos

Thanks to the talented duo and the kindness of Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/one-summer-night-a-reverie-with-david-dunham-guitar
and David Dunham, https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/one-summer-night-with-debra, I was able to add some lyrics on their beautiful music. A huge thank you for their trust.
Vocal : Miorcos

Promenade vespérale

 
Un soir d’été, je me promenais
Il avait plu légèrement
Tout près de l’étang que je longeais
S’exhalaient des parfums enivrants

Un bouquet d’asphodèles frissonnaient
Sous les ailes des libellules
Une famille écureuils dinaît
Sur le gazon au crépuscule

Je marchais, mais marchais-je vraiment ?
Mes pas pleuraient miséricorde
Celle que seul le futur attend
Quand le vague à l’âme déborde

Où allais-je cet été ?
Que fuyais-je ? Que chercher ?
Questions ô combien futiles
Quand le soir nous démaquille

… je vibrais
… j’entendais
Une brise à mes oreilles
Comme une amie donne un conseil :

« Si tu dois sortir de ta maison
Pour te promener dans le soir
C’est que tu crois que vers l’horizon
Ta vie sera moins dérisoire





Si les nuages ont besoin de brise
C’est pour retrouver leur jeunesse
Et les voiles des bateaux se disent
Profitons de cette caresse »

Même l’eau de l’étang ondulait
Comme font les vagues du large
Prêtes aussi à s’envoler
Pour accompagner mon voyage

Il est des soirs incertains
Où l’on est peut-être fleur
Tapis d’eau, peut-être humain
Dans tous nos sens qui s’effleurent

… qui se fondent
… se répondent
Et d’un coup, on n’est plus rien
Qu’une tache au bout d’un chemin

Sur le tableau qu’un vieux peintre
Termine et signe.

Myckaël Marcovic, le 19 septembre.

Evening stroll

 
One summer evening, I was walking
It had rained lightly
Near the pond I was walking along
Intoxicating perfumes were exhaled

A bouquet of asphodels shivered
Under the wings of dragonflies
A family of squirrels dined
On the lawn at dusk

I was walking, but was I really walking?
My steps were crying for mercy
The one that only the future awaits
When the blues overflow

Where was I going this summer?
What was I running from? What to look for?
Questions so futile
When the evening removes our make-up

... I was vibrating
... I heard
A breeze in my ears
As a friend gives advice:

"If you must leave your house
To walk in the evening
It’s that you believe that towards the horizon 
Your life will be less paltry

If the clouds need a breeze
It is to find their youth
And the sails of the boats say
Let's enjoy this caress".

Even the water of the pond undulated
Like the waves of the sea 
Ready to take off too
To accompany my journey


There are uncertain evenings
When you’re mabybe a flower 
A carpet of water, perhaps human
In all our senses that touch each other

... that merge
... answer each other
And suddenly, we are nothing
But a spot at the end of a path

On the painting that an aged painter
Finishes and signs.

Promenade vespérale (Debra Buesking / David Dunham / Myckaël Marcovic) (Featured Miorcos)

Experimental song with some electronic influences.

This Morning

No more Mr. Nice Guy 👿😈👻😁 ...
> performed by DudellicAh! (2020)

Blast, Beats And😱No Melody [A Serious🧐KasperlTREKater]

Tried to give this one a pirate theme!  😊🎶❤️🎵🎤

I had no maps
My compass fell
But stormy waves
Oh those I’ve sailed

Out on a limb
Walked every plank
But I’m sailing free 
I’m sailing free with you

I had no maps
No navigation
I’d steer all night 
And hoist my sails...

Chorus

Oh sail with me
Oh sail with me

I went
Out on a limb
For you....

OUT ON A LIMB

Antonello was kind enough to let me attempt to squeeze lyrics into his fine tune  
 
https://soundcloud.com/antonellotosto/valse-naive.
Conover vocals, melody and lyrics
Clarinet by Umberto Galante
Piano by Antonello Tosto
Double Bass by Daniele Quercia
Mix and Mastering by Giancarlo Guarrera
© 2020 Conover/Tosto

simple kind of day  (Conover/Antonello Tosto)

Paroles et mélodie de Myckaël Marcovic
sur une musique de @https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/bossananawith-twenty-fingers
Voix principale : Myckaël Marcovic
Voix additionnelle : Jenia https://soundcloud.com/ratsouk
Guitare principale : David Dunham
2e guitare : Curtis Gremmel
Body percu et salière : Myckaël Marcovic

Lyrics and melody by Myckaël Marcovic
to music by David Dunham https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/bossananawith-twenty-fingers
Main voice : Myckaël Marcovic
Additional voice : Ratsouk https://soundcloud.com/ratsouk
Main guitar : David Dunham
2nd guitar : Curtis Gremmel
Body percussion and salt shaker : Myckaël Marcovic
(English translation above)

Le papillon ivre

J’ai vu ce matin
Un papillon
Dans mon jardin
Qui tournait en rond
Pauvre Arlequin
Plein de chagrin

Il semblait perdu
Abandonné
Ne sachant plus
Ni comment voler
Léger fétu
Ni se sauver

Alors, n’y pouvant plus
Je lui ai demandé
Quelle déconvenue
Semblait ainsi l’assommer

Voilà qu’il répond :
« Pour un papillon
Un chagrin d’amour
C’est bien trop lourd ! »

J’ai vu dans ses yeux
L’humidité
D’un jour pluvieux
Je n’ai pas trouvé
De mots soyeux
Pour consoler

Et nous sommes restés
Comme de vieux amis
Sachant que trop parler
Gêne le temps qui s’enfuit

Les fleurs du jardin
Sentaient si bon
Que leurs parfums
Exhalaient les sons
Si cristallins
D’un musicien…

Quand je suis rentré
Dans ma maison
Qui titubait
Un miroir brouillon
Aux yeux cernés
Me dessinait
Tournant en rond
Tout mon passé
De papillon (bis)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 1er juillet 2020

The drunken butterfly
 
I saw this morning
A butterfly
In my garden
Going around in circles
Poor Harlequin
Full of sorrow

He seemed lost
Abandoned
No longer knowing
Nor how to fly
Light haze
Or run away

So, no longer able to
I asked him
What a disappointment
Seemed to knock him out

Now he says:
"For a butterfly
A heartache
It’s way too heavy! "

I saw in his eyes
Humidity
Of a rainy day
I couldn’t find
Silky words
To comfort

And we stayed
Like old friends
Knowing that talking too much
Stops the time flowing away

Flowers in the garden
Smelled so good
That their perfumes
Exhaled the sounds
So crystalline
From a musician ...

When I returned
To my house
That staggered
A messy mirror
With dark circles
Was drawing me
Turning in circles
All my past
Of a butterfly (bis)

Myckaël Marcovic, July 1, 2020

Le papillon ivre (David Dunham / Curtis Gremmel / Myckaël Marcovic / feat. Jenia)



Muaro song (by cilay ensemble) is a song made from Minangkabau ethnic music material (West Sumatra) Indonesia, collaborated with electronics



muaro

This song is based on an original idea by Jeff Buckley and Liz Fraser. Sadly it was never finished or properly recorded in his lifetime. Bethany and I thought that the song deserved to be completed and so we set out to do just that.

The full band version of this song can be found on Bethany's SC profile:

https://soundcloud.com/bethanygraceuk/all-flowers-in-time-bend-towards-the-sun

This version is the Acoustic Mix.

There were so many great performances from the musicians involved that we really thought it would be great to really hear the quieter instruments in their own setting. Not only does it give yet another take on the song but it also allows you to really hear the beautiful vocals once again.

We hope you enjoy it as much as we did making it.

All Flowers In Time (Acoustic Mix) Collab with Bethany Grace

(English translation above)

Paroles et mélodie de Myckaël Marcovic, sur une musique de David Dunham, https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/conversation-at-a-french-cafe-with-fine-guitarist-devon-locke

Voix : Myckaël Marcovic
1e guitare : David Dunham
2e guitare : Devon Locke

Lyrics and melody by Myckaël Marcovic, to music by David Dunham, https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/conversation-at-a-french-cafe-with-fine-guitarist-devon-locke

Voice: Myckaël Marcovic
1st guitar: David Dunham
2nd guitar: Devon Locke
(English translation above)

Si Django avait joué

Si Django avait joué
À la Renaissance
On aurait déjà swingué
Dans tous les châteaux de France
Les gaillardes, les pavanes et les branles
Saltarelles, basses danses et allemandes
Se seraient déchaînés
Si Django avait joué

Si Django avait joué
Sur la lyre de Vinci
Il n’aurait pu tricoter
Son "Nuages" de génie
Sur la tête de cheval argenté 
On sait pourquoi la Joconde souriait
De Vinci le savait
Si Django avait joué

Et François 1er
Avec son armée
N'aurait pas versé de sang
À Marignan  
Au château de Chambord
Il aurait eu la bouche bée
En écoutant les accords
D’un Django inspiré

Si Django avait joué
À la Renaissance
Il aurait aussi convié
Son fameux Hot Club de France
Par le violon de Stéphane, oiseau-mouche
Les bals se seraient grisés au jazz manouche
À trouer les souliers
Si Django avait joué

Comme un troubadour
La vie de château
Ne durait jamais qu'un jour
Pauvre Django
Il poussait comme il peut
Ses rêves de gloire étoilée
Mais sa roulotte a pris feu
Et sa main a brûlé

Mais Django a encore joué
Avec seulement deux doigts
Ça ne l'a pas empêché
De s'imposer comme un roi
Au lieu de se perdre dans le silence
Comme un Phénix ce fut une renaissance
Grappelli et Vinci n'ont pu que saluer
Son amour pour la guitare
De Django Reinhardt

Myckaël Marcovic, le 2 août 2020

If Django had played

If Django had played
In the Renaissance
We’d have been swinging by now
In all the castles of France
The gaillardes, the pavanes and the branles
Saltarelles, basses danses and allemandes
Would have gone wild
If Django had played

If Django had played
On the lyre of Vinci
He couldn't have knitted
His "Nuages" of genius
On the head of a silver horse
We know why the Mona Lisa was smiling
Da Vinci knew it
If Django had played

And Francis 1st
With his army
Wouldn’t have shed blood
In Marignan
At the castle of Chambord
He would have been gawked
By listening to the chords
From an inspired Django

If Django had played
In the Renaissance
He would also have invited
His famous Hot Club de France
By Stéphane's violin, hummingbird
The balls would have gone crazy with gypsy jazz
Making holes in the shoes
If Django had played

Like a troubadour
The good life
Only lasted a day
Poor Django
He was pushing as hard he could
His dreams of starry glory
But his trailer caught fire
And his hand burned

But Django played again
With only two fingers
That didn't stop him
To assert himself as a king
Instead of getting lost in the silence
Like a Phoenix there was a rebirth
Grappelli and Vinci could only greet
His love for the guitar
Of Django Reinhardt

Myckaël Marcovic, August 2, 2020

Si Django avait joué (David Dunham / Devon Locke / Myckaël Marcovic)

Josef wrote me a piece about 2 years ago Soliloquy For Gina .https://soundcloud.com/user-351690291/soliloquy-for-gina   So I was listening to it and wrote a sequel so to speak and see if J wanted to play. 
This is our result  abstract a bit   but the sound is us We hope you enjoy !!
For more amazing music see Josef's Page.   
https://soundcloud.com/user-351690291

Collisions .......Gina & Josef

New groove track with Daniele Turani!!! @DanieleTurani
He did some awesome guitar & drumwork on this one!!!

Daniele Turani - guitars, drumprogramming & production
Mirko Borach - bass

© 2020 Daniele Turani/Mirko Borach
All rights reserved

Groove Dog (feat. Daniele Turani)

I was so pleased to be asked to orchestrate this wonderful piece by the accomplished and amazing Gary Courtland- Miles. known as  Anomon! https://soundcloud.com/gary-courtland-miles .. Please visit him for some amazing compositions.
Composer, piano: Gary Courtland- Miles
Orchestrated by Gina Wood
Copyright: Gary Courtland -Miles and Gina Wood 2020
Published: Gary Courtland- Miles  2020
Thanks Again Gary !

Galactic Streams  -Anomon  and Gina Wood

I saw kings and queens and horses and fools
on a black & white board in a game with no rules
high heeled ladies dripping with jewels
and beggars a begging with an eye that drools
I saw scenes oh man i can hardly tell
some obscene and bizarre mixing heaven and hell
a cold silent spring a white masquerade
in the middle of June a Halloween parade
not one pink elephant in sight
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
I saw a pale frozen sun as from the outer space
saw jailers on the run not wearing a face
blazes a burnin’ the old mountain range
hurricanes blowing like a mind that’s deranged
I saw things oh man you wouldn’t believe
it’s crazy what a brain in sleep can conceive
anger and thunder black turning to fade
the future a swinging on the edge of a blade
in the yellowish sky no unicorns in flight
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
I saw Jesus bad tripping alongside Broadway
some tarot cards reader having nothing to say
but also i found as i passed my way
an orphan baby sparrow and that made my day
I saw a film oh man i just lack the words
and the screen was as large as the entire world
watchers a walking in a state of stupor
wondering what’s my acting and who’s the director
but no bonze in the air gliding on a kite
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
I saw thousands of planes dead stuck on the ground
such a blast in an harbor it exploded the town
broken wings broken hearts in the port of shadows
a rastaman playing Piaf singing la vie en rose
I saw a woman oh man who gave me an eye
saying we’ll meet again in the sweet bye and bye
i got lost on my way and forced to the ground
i got caught in a loop like in 4th time around
down the pit did i see any flickering light?
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
I saw lovers and friends who could not embrace
armies of zombies looking for solace
i heard echoes in time from the sweet golden age
of parsley and thyme rosemary and sage
I saw you oh man and you didn’t look great
petrified like you saw a demon at your gate
and while deciphering as a riddle your frown
i wondered could it mean the whole world’s upside down
and still no pink elephant in sight
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
With some hopes and illusions tight clenched in my fist
i wandered along the old route 66
but trying to express all that i missed
it’s trying to grab a ghost in the mist
And i ain’t superstitious but i sure did see
a black cat in the night with eyes glaring at me
what i saw my friend was beyond belief
and i hoped that the morning would bring some relief
but alas alas what is life but a dream
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night
And for sure not pink elephant in flight
In the dream i had last night
And the ones that i love i held them so tight
In the dream i had last night
And i enjoyed the past as a Turkish delight
In the dream i had last night
In the dream i had last night

TURKISH DELIGHT (Lyrics)

A very big thank you to David Dunham for his fine compositions and Jenia (ex Ratsouk) for her wonderful voice !

Melody and lyrics by Myckaël Marcovic to music by David Dunham.
https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203/happy-little-accidents-in-memory-of-bob-ross
Guitar : David Dunham
Voice : Jenia
https://soundcloud.com/ratsouk
(English translation above)

Ceux qui resteront

Je suis un cœur ouvert
Aux quatre vents du monde
Toujours à découvert
Et sans besoin de sonde
Je suis un cœur misère
Au moins à cent pour cent
Quand les vents de la Terre
Me laissent impuissant
Je suis un cœur calvaire
Quand tout le poids des pleurs
Inonde mon désert
Pauvre navigateur

Refrain :
M’aimeront ceux qui m’aimeront
Partiront ceux qui partiront
Je ne retiens personne
Quand mon âme griffonne
Resteront ceux qui resteront

Je suis un cœur paupière
Qui s’ouvre à l’inconnu
Me donnant sa lumière
Lorsque je suis perdu
Je suis un cœur croisière
Quand je reprends espoir
Comme la primevère
Émergeant d’un brouillard
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 5 juin 2020







Those who will remain

I am an open heart
To the world's four winds
Always exposed
And no need for a probe
I am a miserable heart
At least one hundred percent
When the winds from the Earth
Leave me helpless
I am a suffering heart
When all the weight of crying
Flood my desert
Poor navigator

Chorus :
Will love me those who will love me
Will leave those who will leave
I'm not holding anyone back
When my soul doodles
Will remain those who will remain

I am a heart eyelid
Opened up to the unknown
Giving me his light
When I am lost
I am a heart cruise
When I regain hope
Like the primrose
Emerging from a fog
(chorus)

Ceux qui resteront

I am a finger-style guitarist living on the Texas high plains.  At the core of my music is melody that is inspired and informed by my Christian faith, family, friends, and countless influences through the years from the great composers, to jazz, folk, rock, Latin, Celtic, and the many fine musicians I have come to love on the Cloud, some I have been privileged to collaborate with.  Thanks for stopping by to have a listen. Comments are always welcome. Feel free to click on the picture of any track to learn more about it.

(Translation above)

Auteur-compositeur de chansons françaises qui n'attendent que de bons interprètes. 
Après des études au conservatoire et musicologie à la Sorbonne, j'ai enseigné l'éducation musicale à des élèves en école élémentaire de 1982 à 2021.

Dès 1989, alors que je découvrais la MAO, j'ai commencé à faire des centaines d'arrangements de chansons pour enfants ou adultes dans tous les styles pour les faire chanter. Cette solide expérience m'a amené dans un premier temps à composer des chansons pour mes élèves. Puis, je me suis lancé dans un répertoire pour adultes. 132 chansons à ce jour !

Mon répertoire va de la danse traditionnelle française (La bourrée du maumarié), à l’EDM (La tête dans les étoiles) en passant par la musique classique (Double concerto pour violon, violoncelle et orchestre à cordes) et la chanson française, le gros du panier, avec le plus souvent cette pointe d’humour qui fait tant défaut aujourd’hui dans beaucoup de chansons, (ce qui est étonnant quand on voit autant d’humoristes fleurir aux six points de l’Hexagone…)

Même si certains apprécient ma façon de chanter, mes chansons sont faites pour de vrais interprètes qui aiment monter sur scène.

Né en 1961 à Paris.
Membre SACEM

Author-composer and performer... by default of French songs. 
After studying at the Conservatoire and musicology at the Sorbonne, I taught music education to elementary school pupils from 1982 to 2021.

As early as 1989, when I was just discovering computer-assisted music, I started making hundreds of arrangements of songs for children and adults in all styles, to get them to sing along. This solid experience initially led me to compose songs for my students. Then I started working on a repertoire for adults. 132 songs to date!

My repertoire ranges from traditional French dance (La bourrée du maumarié), to EDM (La tête dans les étoiles), classical music (Double concerto for violin, cello and string orchestra) and French chanson, the mainstay of my repertoire, most often with that touch of humor so lacking in so many songs these days (which is astonishing when you see so many humorists flourishing at the six points of the Hexagon...).

Even if some people like the way I sing, my songs are made for real performers who like to get up on stage.

Born in 1961 in Paris.
SACEM member

Le papillon ivre (David Dunham / Curtis Gremmel / Myckaël Marcovic / feat. Jenia)

Myckael Marcovic

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